This blog is wickedly late today, and I’ll just say that this is what happens when my youngest gains an unexpected “vacation” during the normal school year. Her learning center closed down, and our schedule hasn’t been the same since!
Speaking of schedules and calendars, it would appear that someone’s 60th birthday falls on a day when I would not normally be blogging. This is unacceptable. So…I’m gonna write a blog anyway. Today. You’re welcome.
The other day, I listened to a Katy Kafe. I found myself smiling. I didn’t know what was wrong with me! I’m still not quite sure. No eye-rolling. No long sighs. Not even a single comment of “What in the hell are you talking about, Simon?” I’ve gotten soft.
It wasn’t that long ago when I would openly roast Simon on this blog. I would listen to his frenetic and somewhat scrambled ramblings when he’d join Katy in the Kafe and feel like my head was spinning. I’d tweet afterwards, declaring that I needed a drink. I was convinced that half of Katy’s job was akin to herding cats. (Well, I still kind of wonder about that….) Yesterday though, I was smiling. Actually grinning while listening to Simon talk about the disagreement over “You Kill Me With Silence” and the set list!
It used to be that we would laugh about how we’d never actually go up and ask Simon to take a picture with Simon. Oh gosh no. I mean, we weren’t supermodels, and he’d never give us the time of day, right?? That continued until one night, well past midnight in Los Angeles. (Didn’t somebody say nothing good happens past midnight?!?) Not only did he agree to the picture, but he jumped up off of the bench he’d been sitting on with a great big “Hellooooooo!! and when our friend asked if he’d be willing to take a picture, he said “Let’s do this!” So we did!
I think that was the first night I’d ever been up close to any member of Duran Duran. He remains the only original member of Duran Duran that Amanda and I have a picture with together. Maybe this Simon-guy wasn’t so bad after all??
Once upon a time, I could be in any Duran Duran audience and never even notice Simon glance in our general direction. I knew for sure that I wasn’t exotic or glamorous enough to be picked out of a crowd. I grew fond of saying the band didn’t know my name, and that I’d be worried when/if they did!
People (read: other fans) probably think we’re nuts, but when we’ve been up close to the stage, we’ve seen band members laugh at our antics, and more often than not, that person is Simon.
Pretty sure Simon still doesn’t know my name, and likely not my face… but I have a feeling he recognizes Amanda at this point.
Obviously, I haven’t quite decided what can or should be done about that. Witness protection? Change in hair color? Stop going to Duran shows? Hmm….that last one seems rather excessive…given the whole “Daily Duranie” blog and all…
Mostly, I remain amused… as I contemplate what we should do next!
I miss the days of complaining about high water sweat pants on John at shows, only to see Simon and John both show up to an interview wearing some of the brightest sweat pants possible. Coincidence?
So we retaliated. Truth be told, I am still not satisfied with our lackluster reply. We were at the mercy of the Target store nearest the highway we were driving to get back to Chicago in time for my flight the following day. Even so, I’m still a bit disappointed we didn’t find any neon.
We’ve even given Simon a rough time about the set list. For example, there was that one time when we realized they left Planet Earth off of their set list. Amanda, being the helpful, kind soul that she is – fixed it! (Yes, we KNOW they didn’t intend to play it that night…that’s the point!)
The best part of that little tale was that when the band inevitably took the stage and Simon glanced down at his set list – just whom do you think he shot a narrowed side-eyed glance, assuming she had perpetrated the whole scheme? ME.
I immediately pointed at Amanda, of course.
I guess the simple truth is that since 2011, Simon has become more and more of a real person to me, and not just an image from a video, an album cover, a poster, or a band. He makes the shows, and even the experience of writing this blog while we’re traveling to shows, far more fun. I love that in some small way, he’s able to see that we’re teasing him, and he’s not afraid to give it right back. As he should!
I know writing this kind of thing, where I swear we’ve had some sort of exchange with him, is risky. People either think we’re nuts (probably true), or that we’re exaggerating. No one actually believes that we’ve seen him look our way at shows, or that he’s tried to fake spitting at the wrong time during “White Lines”, just to see what we’d do. I think Amanda and I have done a decent job of even telling ourselves that we’ve imagined most of it, but we’ve gotten to the point where we can’t ignore the obvious. We have fun despite the risk of being thrown in the loony bin, I suppose….that’s pretty much the premise of this entire website!
So yes, he does make me smile, in the same way I do when I hear from some of the guy friends I had in high school. When I watch videos for “Rio” or even “Hungry Like the Wolf”…I see THAT Simon and weirdly, it is very tough for me to reconcile that it’s the very same guy who made sure Amanda saw him wave to her while going into a hotel in San Francisco. It isn’t the same as being “starstruck”, it is that my brain has chosen to compartmentalize it all…and that’s bizarre.
Now, in no way should he think that he’s gotten off easy. Come February in Vegas, when Amanda and I are in our seventh row seats for Friday and fourth row for Saturday (straight out in front of you, Simon – right smack in the middle!), we will be ready and prepared for whatever may come our way. We will be blogging, and probably doing video blogs, as normal. Let the games begin.
Happy Birthday Simon! When I was 12 and watching “New Moon on Monday”, I don’t think I ever let the thought cross my mind that I’d still be a fan of this band so many years later. Youth was so “in the moment”, everything being new, fresh, and instant. I thought we had forever to live, so I never really thought about the future. Here we are, years later – and I appreciate the band, and your hard work, more than ever before. I hope you have a wonderful birthday.
While you’re at it, better work on going for distance during “White Lines”….. if you know what I mean.